£0.90 in my pocket.

As skin as they come for several days, i haven't been payed yet and really could use money.

For money addict like me it is a major problem to be out and about with less than a pound to my name.

when i wake up this morning i thought, maybe i should just stay home, there is no way i was going to go out fully knowing that i couldn't go to the coffee shop,but i convince my self that i should at least go for a walk.

So, i left about 10am for a walk with a bottle of water and a home made sandwich and ended up in Kensington area,one of the most expensive post codes of London, the down side of leaving in west London.

At first i was at awe with my surrounding,the puzzling coffees and chic paninotech's did little to reassure me that 0.90p will be fine.

Then i saw the Natural history museum and it was free,bingo,went in and spend about 45 min to see the main gallery.

still after a free session of knowledge i wasn't convinced that i could just be about without expenditure ,so i head home.

On my way at the Kensington high street i found a little store called GIVE A BOOK GET A BOOK.

So,i went in thinking of just smelling the books(i love the smell of books), and find out it wasn't a book store as we know it, but a charity bookshop where you just help yourself with any book you want for free,you heard it right FREEEE(you either give a small donation or nothing , guess what i give, yes my last 0.99p).and i got Little women to my modest collection.

That was most liberating thing ever, i will certainly not get intimidated by pennyless-ness from now on.

CITY NOMAD.

As the name of my blog suggests,i am a nomad,a bedouin ,though i was born in a city and never been anywhere other than a city,...

there are several reasons for me to feel bedouin:

1: the fact that i am a Somali and no matter where we are born the bedouin blood is in us.

2: I lived in 6 countries and been to another 7 countries and it means i never been in one place more than 5 years,except for Somalia which i left when i was a teenager.

3:i love poetry, i know there are city people who like/love poetry, if you were a nomad you would understand my statement, bedouins live for poetry.

they go to war over a poem, they marry a girl for the poets in her family and it serves as a honor coat.

4:I live for the day i will be able to buy camel milk from Tesco.

I recently hear rumors about a Dubai based company might stock camel milk for the Uk supermarkets and i went bananas over the news, you should see me ranting about it,.

that is the explanation for the blog name and why i eat with my hands at the local cafe.

Just another day.

I started a new job and found the 3hrs a day a great deal,ok i am not making millions here,it is what it is.at least it is better than being home doing jack, i have been jobless for 45 days and let me tell you it was a 45 days too many. how on earth do people manage to stay at home,i got irritated,sloppy and was going mental to say the least. thank god i found a job or i would be in the news for killing someone.

I become the new face of NHS,ehehehe, ok ok ok so i am just the interpreter,but todays interpreter could be tomorrows general director(do let me daydream).

so far it looks like i win the lottery with this you just translate what ever that is been said,. not a brain surgery.

i will update you in the coming days.

how hard could it be huh:)

DRUGGED TO THE HILT.

Ok, 3 days ago i sort of hurt my back by simply getting out of bed(don't even ask),what followed was a agonizing pain for the whole weekend and headache that seems not to stop.

I braved out of the house to the doctors this morning.

The lady doc said that i need to do some Yoga to help me be more flexible,cos i am stiff as a board, and in the mean while i needed some painkillers to get by, oooh what a painkiller though. they are fast working tablets. the only down side is,that i seem to go in/out of sleep without even noticing. one minute i was watching Cbeebies next i was snoring.

Good thing, i am not going to work today.

LAZY DAY

The day started with a headache, the fact i am out of painkillers doesn't help.

I had such plans for today:

1:clean the house

2:cook for the week

3:finish the book(started last year)

well, it is not meant to be. i guess i need to do a bit of sleeping and lounging around, being sunday there is virtually nothing good going on my beloved telly, so it is facebook and twitter i guess.

Unhealthy outlook for poor me

unhealthy obsession about TV and a procrastinating habit has prevented me from doing this.

my filthy language is not up for this either, can't write about anything without the F*word and being a good Muslim girl means i can't publish it.

So where does it leave me, should i just pay (the bet) or conform?HUH.

HERE I AM

SO,it is been a while since i actually post something, does that mean they win. i don't think so, i didn't give up the idea merely dancing around it.

here i am now ,back to the living .